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[daisyblog]

Personal Bodyguard

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN gets hurts by paparazzi and Harry becomes protective.

warning: mentions of blood, YN gets hurt, angst

based on this request.

One Direction were currently touring America as part of their Take Me Home tour. They had become familiar with fans and paparazzi waiting for any sign of one them the boys leaving the hotel or arena, which meant it was routine how they, and their crew left the buildings.

The five boys would be escorted by their security to the car, and majority of the time the fans and paparazzi would slowly lose interest once the band had disappeared behind the car doors.

But on this occasion, the paparazzi were willing to go the extra step and begin to question anyone associated with the band. Being Lou’s assistant on the tour, Louis’ sister and Harry’s girlfriend meant YN was their target.

YN watched as the boys were escorted by their security to the several cars that waited outside their hotel to drive them to thr venue. The order remained the same, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry. The crew were quick to follow, but today YN was overwhelmed by the questions being fired at her.

“YN, is it true you’re pregnant?”

“Is Harry paying you to be on tour?”

“YN! YN! YN!”

The questions being shouted behind them caused Harry and Louis to quickly glance behind them. But they were hurried along to get to the cars faster.

“YN, what do you think about people saying you’re using Harry?”

YN walked behind Lou, reminding herself that they wanted a reaction and the quicker she walked the sooner she would be away from the pushing and cameras being in her face.

Just as the boys reached their car, Zayn, Niall and Liam were comfortable in their seats, they heard the hectic commotion.

The hard cover of the camera lens was quick to meet the skin on YN’s forehead. “OW!”. Quickly her hand whipped up to be met with the warm liquid.

Lou turned quickly behind her at the sound of pain coming from YN. She could see her holding a hand to her head and her fingers covered in red. Lou tried to push people away from YN. “Step away from her!”. But it was no use, cameras were still flashing and bodies were pushing and shoving.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!”. Harry’s voice appeared in front of them. His hands reaching for YN and pulling her body into his chest and holding her tight against him. “You’re okay babe, you’re safe…I’m here”. He gently spoke into YN’s ear as he tried to guide them to the car.

“Harry! Harry! Harry!”.

A camera appeared in Harry’s vision, but as quickly as it snapped a photo it was shoved away by Harry’s large hand. “CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S HURT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”. He could feel the anger build inside him. “JUST FUCK OFF OUT OF OUR WAY!”.

Paul intervened quickly, knowing Harry was one step away from causing more problems. He along with the other security made a path for the couple to walk through.

YN felt so much relief when she entered the van, finding herself in the seat next to her brother and Harry hot on her heels sitting in the chair next to her.

“Hey Kiddo…you alright?”. Louis’ voice was filled with concern as he saw his sister’s head full of read and Harry’s face filled with pure anger.

“STUPID FUCKING PAPS!”. Harry held a spare shirt he had in his bag to YN’s head, hoping it would help with the bleeding.

“Harry I’m alright…just stay calm”. YN pleaded knowing how angry he felt right now, she could see the pure hatred in his eyes.

Louis wrapped a protective arm around his sister’s shoulder. “They’re arseholes I know and they’re lucky it was you out there because I would have punched them square in the face…but YN’s right Harry…just stay calm…she’s safe here with us now”.

“You’re walking with us next time…I’m not having you get hurt again”.

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Things had calmed down behind the scenes after the chaos that had been caused earlier on in the day. The boys had some free time backstage as they waited for the show to start.

Harry’s eyes hadn’t moved from YN, where she was peacefully sleeping on the sofa in the dressing room, her head now wearing a small plaster that the medic team had given her.

As much as Harry tried to forget about what had happened, he couldn’t and he blamed himself for not being by YN’s side the entire time.

“You better not be blaming yourself Harold”. Louis interrupted Harry’s inter battle he was having with himself.

Harry shrugged his shoulders as he muttered his reply with no tone. “Of course I am”.

Louis took a seat opposite where Harry was sitting, his eyes finding his sister tucked up unaware of their conversation. “I just wanted to say thank you”. Harry frowned in confusing at his words. “Thank you for protecting her…I used to worry about her on this tour, I still will, but…but watching you protect her like that today…I could see how much you care about her”.

“I’ll always protect her Lou…you haven’t got to worry about that”. Harry reinforced his promise as he quickly glanced back at YN.

As much as his words caused a stir in Louis heart at how in love the boy was with his sister, he quickly hid is teary eyes with a tad of teasing.

“You better had or you’ll have me to answer to”. Louis sent him a smirk as he left the room.

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[rebelelegance]

Stars and Scars

Planet drummer!reader Part two - of Back to You

Summary: It’s been 8 months. You’re on tour and Zayn finally decides to talk to you. TW: Toxic/abusive parents and slight mentions of self harm Pairing: One direction boys x fem!reader A/N: I guess it’s time we bring this baby back up! I do not own any of the characters except reader and her parents. These are fake scenarios and certain things will be tweaked a little to fit the story line. Tags: @st-ev-ie @lovecarsgoingvroom @exclusiverinaa

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Your phone was buzzing, over and over, the name flashing on your screen. The room was dead silent as the boys watched your face. You hadn’t been home in 8 months. You’d ignored all the angry texts and calls for the first couple of months. After your first show, you’d finally answered their call. Only to be yelled at and hung up on. And now they were calling you again. You didn’t go back home that night. You’d caught on to the beat pretty quick and after practicing for a few hours, you had decided you wanted to stay. Not just because you were excited to go on tour with the boys, but because you felt…normal around them. And safe. And wanted. So you stayed. You went back the next day when you knew your parents were at work, packed everything that you thought was important, and never looked back.

And now here you were. Staring at the screen as “Mom” flashed on it, nervously wringing your hands and bouncing your leg. “Y/N-” Zayn whispered, watching your face carefully. “Love, you should answer it. We’re right here. We’ll drag you out if it goes south. We promise,” Harry soothed, the other boys humming in agreement. You looked at them, then back at your screen, breathing out slowly as you reached for your phone. Hands shaking, you answered it, placing it on speaker and leaving it on the table. “Hello?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N. When are you coming back home?” your mother asked. Her voice was rigid, and too calm and collected for your comfort. No ‘how are you’ or ‘where are you’. “Why?” you asked, anger and pain building up inside you. You felt Zayn put his hand on your thigh, and rub it gently. You put your hand on his, and he took it into both hands, rubbing his finger over your knuckles. It was something he used to do for you before he left for the X-Factor. He still remembered.

“What do you mean why? We are your family. You better be back tomorrow. I don’t care if you’ve found your calling or whatever quote you’re gonna throw at me. We will not allow this. Get your mind out of the gutter and get back, and maybe we’ll forgive you for being so selflish.”

And the line disconnected.

You froze. Staring at the phone. Zayn’s grip on your hand tightened, gently pulling you towards him, until your head was resting on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around you as the other held on to your hand, his head leaning on yours gently. Before you even understood what was happening, the boys had gotten up from their seats, surrounding you. Harry hugged you from the other side, his head resting on your shoulder, Liam and Louis sat in front of you, hands and chins resting on your knees, as Niall hugged you from behind, pulling Harry and Zayn even closer to you in the process.

And for the first time in months, your tears overflowed. As empty as you felt because of your parents. Your friends made you feel more at home than you ever had. After a few minutes of quiet comfort, you started to sit up right, the boys moving away a little bit, to give you some space. “They can do whatever they want. I’m not going back.” You declared. No one said a word. You stood up. “Excuse me. I need a minute.”

—----------------------------------------- Harry was worried about you. He knew the others were too but he just couldn’t get himself to do anything. You hadn’t eaten, and no one even knew where you were. Except him. On a particularly rough night of the tour, he’d snuck away to the hotel balcony to gaze up at the stars. And you’d been there. You both had laughed and talked for hours. And ever since, when something was wrong, he’d meet you outside, gazing at the stars. So when it was almost midnight and you still hadn’t come back to your room, and all the boys started visibly panicking, Harry said he knew where you were and that he’d check on you. Did he notice the way Zayn’s face dropped? Perhaps. Did he know why? No. He was too worried about you to care. He made his way outside the shared apartment, walking all the way to the back to see you sitting on the grass, gazing up at the dark sky.

“Hey Star,” he called. The five of them had given you that nickname after realizing how obsessed you were with those tiny balls of light. “Hi Harry,” you called back softly, turning to him as he sat down next to you.

You both sat there for a few minutes in silence, as Harry just looked at you, trying to read into your eyes. “My scars are starting to fade,” you whispered, looking down at your arms. Harry followed your gaze, a slight pain in his chest at the mention of them. Your scars had indeed started to get lighter. “Are you happy then?” he asked, eyes back to searching your face. You didn’t say anything for a minute, before slowly nodding your head. “Yeah, I am. I don’t want to let them affect how I see myself anymore,” you cleared your throat, looking back up at the sky.

Harry didn’t know for sure if you meant your scars, or your parents by them. But he has a feeling it was both.

“So…to a new chapter then?” Harry asked, looking up at the sky.

Just as the light on your watch lit up to signal midnight, you nodded, “To a new chapter.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now....

[acidinduceddaydreams]

Fort-night!

Pairings: bff kind of cgs! 1D x fem!reader. 2011-2013 sort of 1D vibes. Can you tell nostalgia is hitting me hard rn?

Synopsis: you are feeling uneasy and hurt. Lucky for you five boys want to light up your world like nobody else.

Warnings/ A/n: Liam is mentioned because it’s not 1D without him. I hope this made you all smile. God bless! ❤️🧸. Also did you see what I did with the title and synopsis haha I’m so funny okay bye now!

It had been one of those days where everything felt just a bit too much. Your energy was low, and even though you tried to shake off the heaviness, it lingered. By the time you curled up on the couch with a blanket, you’d decided the best plan was to stay quiet and hope no one noticed.

But the boys always noticed.

Harry was the first to sense something was off. He walked into the room with a bowl of strawberries in hand, humming softly to himself. When he saw you tucked into the corner of the couch, staring blankly at the TV, he immediately set the bowl down and knelt in front of you.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, his green eyes scanning your face. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Just tired.”

Harry tilted his head, concern flickering across his face. “Tired like you need sleep, or tired like you need cuddles and a distraction?”

You hesitated, biting your lip. “Maybe both.”

Harry reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Alright. We can fix that.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Louis burst into the room, carrying an armful of blankets. “Right,” he announced, his voice bright and full of purpose, “it’s officially a blanket fort night. No arguments allowed.”

You blinked, watching as Louis began draping blankets over the furniture, muttering to himself about structural integrity.

“Blanket fort night?” you asked quietly, looking up at Harry.

He grinned. “Only the best nights. Trust me, love, Lou’s got this down to a science.”

As if on cue, Niall wandered in, a bag of crisps tucked under his arm. “What’s all this, then?” he asked, nodding toward the chaos Louis was creating.

“It’s a masterpiece in progress,” Louis replied, tossing a pillow to Niall. “Now, help me. We need snacks, fairy lights, and at least five more blankets.”

Niall raised an eyebrow but grinned, setting the crisps on the coffee table before diving into the project.

Liam arrived next, balancing a tray of steaming mugs. “I thought hot chocolate might be in order,” he said, handing a mug to each of you. He crouched beside you, his gaze soft and kind. “You doing alright, sweetheart?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, just… a bit off today.”

“Well, good thing you’ve got us,” Liam said warmly, patting your knee. “We’ll sort you out.”

By the time Zayn appeared with a stack of books and a flashlight, the fort was taking shape. Louis had transformed the living room into a cozy hideaway, complete with fairy lights strung along the edges and a pile of snacks in the middle.

“You don’t have to do all this,” you murmured as Zayn handed you a book.

Zayn gave you a small smile, sitting down beside you. “We want to. Besides, it’s been too long since our last fort night.”

Harry stood, offering you a hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you settled.”

He guided you into the fort, where pillows and blankets surrounded you in a cocoon of warmth. The boys followed, each finding their spot—Louis sprawled dramatically across the pillows, Niall rifling through the snacks, Liam adjusting the lights, and Zayn flipping through the books.

“Alright,” Louis declared, holding up a flashlight. “We start with ghost stories. It’s tradition.”

“No way,” Niall countered. “Let’s watch something funny. Y/N needs a good laugh.”

“Spooky stories first,” Louis insisted. “Fort rules.”

As they bickered, you couldn’t help but smile. Harry noticed, his lips curling into a grin as he nudged your side.

“There it is,” he said softly.

“There’s what?” you asked.

“That smile,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve been missing it all day.”

Zayn started reading a ghost story in an exaggerated voice, and the boys took turns interrupting him with jokes and sound effects. You found yourself laughing more than you had in days, the warmth of their presence chasing away the lingering heaviness.

By the time the story ended, the snacks were half gone, and Niall had convinced everyone to put on a comedy movie. You leaned against Harry, his arm draped around you, as Louis threw popcorn at Zayn for stealing his pillow.

“You feeling better, love?” Harry whispered, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear.

You nodded, leaning into him. “A lot better. Thank you.”

“You never have to thank us,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’re your boys. Taking care of you is the best part of our day.”

As the movie played and the boys continued their playful antics, you felt a warmth settle over you. Wrapped in their love and care, you knew one thing for sure—you were never alone.

[thebeatles-world]

Lights will guide you home

A Liam Payne tribute imagine 🫶🕊️❤️‍🩹

Y/N reacts to Liam Payne’s death on October 16, 2024:

It didn’t seem real. The headline flashing on your phone didn’t make sense, not now, not ever. Liam Payne dies at 31. You read it over and over, your hands shaking, trying to comprehend what was happening. You felt your chest tighten, like all the air in the room had suddenly been sucked out, leaving you gasping for breath.

“No… no, no, no, this can’t be happening,” you whispered to yourself, tears already welling in your eyes. Your mind raced with memories—those nights spent listening to his music, watching interviews where his laugh lit up the screen, scrolling through his social media just to catch a glimpse of his life. He’d been such a constant presence, someone who always felt within reach, yet so far away.

You collapsed onto the couch, clutching your phone to your chest as sobs overtook you. You didn’t know Liam personally, but in so many ways, he had been there for you. During your hardest moments, his songs had been your escape, his voice your comfort. Now, he was gone, and the world felt a little darker, a little quieter.

The messages started pouring in—friends who knew how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. But no amount of words could fill the void his loss left in your heart.

As the hours passed, you found yourself scrolling through old photos and videos, watching his smile, hearing his voice, as if holding onto those moments could bring him back. But all it did was remind you of what the world had lost, what you had lost—a source of light, of joy, now dimmed forever.

“I miss you already,” you whispered through your tears, staring at a photo of him smiling brightly. “I wish you knew how much you meant to all of us.”

The night seemed endless, and you knew that the pain of losing him would take time to heal. But somehow, in the quiet of your room, with his music softly playing in the background, you felt a sliver of peace. He might be gone, but the memories, the music, and the love—those would never fade.

[niallerspayno]

How they react to getting caught under the mistletoe with you

Masterlist

A little drabble about how each of the boys would react to being caught under the mistletoe with you🎄

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Niall

You’re laughing with the group, enjoying the cozy holiday atmosphere, when Niall’s gaze flicks up to the mistletoe hanging just above you. His eyes widen slightly, and he glances down at the ground, as if debating whether he should say something. But the teasing whispers of the others quickly bring his attention back to you.

The room falls into a quiet anticipation as Niall steps closer, his usual easy smile a little more nervous now. He clears his throat, his face turning a shade redder than usual. “Uh… I think we’re supposed to…” He trails off, his voice a little uncertain, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that betrays his shyness.

You can’t help but smile at how awkwardly adorable he looks. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you reply, your voice soft and teasing as you look up at the mistletoe, then back at him.

Niall chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m not sure what I’m doing, but… guess we’ll find out.” He reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing yours with that familiar warmth that always makes you feel at ease. He leans in, his breath mixing with yours, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade away.

His lips brush against yours, tentative at first, like he’s testing the waters. The kiss is soft, slow, the kind of first kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen for a long time. Niall’s hand finds the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he deepens the kiss just slightly, a little more confident now.

You can feel the tenderness in his touch, the quiet reassurance that this moment, this kiss, means more than just a tradition—it’s the beginning of something real, something special.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless, a soft smile curling on Niall’s lips. He looks at you, his eyes shining with something unreadable but full of warmth. “Wow,” he says softly, his voice almost in awe. “I didn’t expect that to feel like… that.”

You laugh quietly, your heart racing in the best way. “Yeah, me neither.”

Niall chuckles, a little embarrassed but still glowing. “Merry Christmas, love,” he says, his hand still gently holding yours. And even though the teasing from the others begins, you’re both lost in the soft afterglow of that first kiss, your hearts in sync.

Liam

Liam notices the mistletoe hanging above you both almost immediately. He pauses mid-conversation, his gaze flicking to the leafy sprig before his eyes shift back to you. There’s a quiet moment, and you catch the brief hesitation in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything right away, just stands still for a second, as if considering the situation carefully.

The others begin to notice the shift, teasing whispers filling the air. But Liam stays calm, his expression thoughtful. He steps closer, his movements deliberate, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, and when he speaks, his voice is low and soft, almost as if he’s just sharing a secret with you. “Looks like we’re under the mistletoe,” he says, his tone both playful and sincere.

You nod, your heart beating a little faster, and before you can even respond, Liam’s hand gently reaches out to touch the side of your arm, his touch warm and comforting. “I’ve… been waiting for this,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words catch you off guard, but before you can process them fully, Liam leans in. His lips brush yours with careful, deliberate tenderness. It’s the kind of kiss that feels so familiar, like it’s been building for far longer than just this moment. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, the kiss deepening with a quiet intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

Liam’s kiss isn’t rushed or uncertain—there’s a surety to it, like he’s been waiting for the right moment to finally close the gap between you. His lips move gently against yours, a mix of sweetness and something more powerful that sends a flutter through your chest. When he pulls back just a fraction, his forehead rests gently against yours, both of you breathless but content.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion, as if the kiss had meant something more than just a holiday tradition. He keeps his eyes closed for a moment, his hand still resting on your neck, as if grounding himself in the moment.

When you open your eyes, you find him looking at you with a mix of admiration and something deeper, something unspoken but clear. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admits, his voice soft but sincere.

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settling in your chest. “Me too.”

The others tease you both, but Liam simply holds your gaze, a small, content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. For once, it doesn’t matter what anyone else is saying. In this moment, you’re both just there, lost in each other’s presence.

Zayn

Zayn’s eyes flicker upward when he spots the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. For a split second, there’s a flicker of hesitation in his gaze—his usual calm, collected demeanor momentarily faltering. He seems to gather himself before offering a small, knowing smirk, the kind of expression that could melt anyone’s heart.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he says, his voice smooth and low, with that signature coolness you’ve come to admire. He steps toward you slowly, his movements deliberate, and for a moment, the teasing of the others fades into the background. It’s just the two of you now, and Zayn’s intensity is palpable.

You feel the air between you shift as Zayn leans in slightly, his face close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. He’s not rushing this—he takes his time, studying you with that steady, almost magnetic gaze. His hand finds the small of your back, his fingers grazing your skin through the fabric of your sweater, sending a shiver up your spine.

There’s a quiet tension in the air, the kind that makes your heart race. “I didn’t think I’d be here, doing this tonight,” Zayn admits, his voice hushed but earnest. “But I guess I’m not complaining.”

Before you can respond, he’s gently cupping your face with his free hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You can feel your breath catch in your throat, and when his lips finally meet yours, it’s not rushed or tentative. It’s deep, slow, and filled with something undeniable, as though he’s been wanting this for longer than either of you realized.

Zayn’s kiss is intense, almost magnetic, and it pulls you into him like gravity. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you a little closer, and there’s an urgency in the way his lips move against yours, as if he’s been holding back a tidal wave of emotions that finally crash over both of you in this kiss.

It’s not playful like Louis, or tender like Liam—it’s raw, passionate, and completely consuming, leaving you breathless when he finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. You both stand there for a moment, eyes closed, sharing the quiet aftershock of the kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” Zayn murmurs, his voice rough and low, his thumb brushing against your lips as though savoring the taste of the moment. He doesn’t say anything more, but the quiet smile that tugs at his lips says everything—there’s a depth to his gaze now, something soft but filled with a quiet intensity that lingers even as the others tease in the background.

When he looks at you again, his gaze is softer, almost playful. “Guess I’ll be counting down the days until the next time,” he adds, with a small, knowing smirk.

Louis

Louis notices the mistletoe before anyone else does, and the second he spots it, he flashes a mischievous grin in your direction. His eyes twinkle with a playful energy, and you can already tell he’s up to something.

“Well, well, well…” Louis says with a dramatic flourish, his voice filled with exaggerated excitement. He steps closer to you, clearly relishing the moment. “Looks like someone’s gonna have to kiss me,” he says, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, love, I promise I’m a gentleman.”

You can’t help but laugh at how confident he is, but there’s an undeniable warmth in his eyes that lets you know he’s being sincere, despite his playful banter. He stands directly in front of you now, a mischievous glint still in his gaze.

You raise an eyebrow, teasing, “Are you sure you’re ready for that, Louis?”

“Oh, I’m more than ready,” he says with a wink, taking a step closer until there’s hardly any space between you. He lowers his voice, his tone softer now. “But I think it’ll be worth the wait.”

Before you can respond, Louis leans in, his hand brushing against your cheek as his lips hover just inches from yours. There’s a moment of quiet anticipation, and then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he presses his lips to yours.

His kiss is bold, filled with energy and laughter, but there’s a depth to it that takes you by surprise. It’s not rushed—though he’s the playful one, there’s a sincerity to the way he kisses you, a moment where the teasing fades and all that’s left is the simple connection between you two.

As he pulls back, a wide grin spreads across his face, and he looks at you with that familiar, mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Told you I was a gentleman,” he says with a wink, his voice playful but soft.

You laugh, a little breathless from the kiss, but the moment feels easy, lighthearted, and somehow… perfect. Louis doesn’t let the teasing stop, but the energy between you two is different now, and there’s a warmth in his gaze that matches the glow of the Christmas lights around you.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he adds, his voice still light and teasing, but his smile now a little softer, a little more sincere.

Harry

When Harry spots the mistletoe hanging above you, a small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His usual calm and collected demeanor remains, but there’s something different in the way he looks at you—a softness that wasn’t there before. He takes a small step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Well, this is convenient,” he says, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of playfulness. There’s no teasing in his words, just a quiet acknowledgment that the moment is here. He steps into your space, and for a moment, everything else fades into the background. It’s just the two of you, standing under the mistletoe with the world softly humming around you.

Harry gently reaches for your hand, his touch warm and gentle. The space between you feels charged, and you can see the unspoken emotions reflected in his eyes. It’s clear he’s thought about this, and now that the moment is finally here, there’s a sense of quiet certainty in his movements.

“Guess this is the part where I kiss you, then,” he says, his voice soft but confident.

You nod, your heart fluttering at the way he’s looking at you, his gaze tender and filled with something deeper. He leans in slowly, as if savoring every second of the moment. His lips meet yours in a soft, careful kiss, and it’s like everything slows down—his warmth, the gentleness of his touch, the feeling of his lips against yours is everything you’ve wanted in a first kiss and more.

The kiss is gentle, tender, and yet there’s something undeniable about it—a connection that goes beyond the mistletoe, beyond the holiday tradition. It’s as if all the words you couldn’t say are being expressed through this one quiet, meaningful kiss.

When Harry pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead rests gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and he smiles softly, a little shy but still radiating that familiar warmth.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You smile, your heart racing from the intensity of the kiss. “Me too,” you reply softly.

Harry chuckles, the sound low and rich, before he pulls back just slightly, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. His gaze is full of something unspoken, something more than just a holiday kiss—it’s the beginning of something deeper.

“Definitely worth the wait,” he adds with a smile, before he leans in again, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead, leaving you feeling warm and entirely content.

[d-targaryenshoe]

Guitar Strings of Joy - Harry Styles

Word Count: 1702

Summary: Big moments, yet small ones are rather special to share with the people who support you through it all aren't they?

You stood backstage, your fingers running across the familiar strings of your guitar.

The hum of the crowd vibrated through the floor beneath your feet, and you could hear the murmur of excitement building as the lights dimmed in the arena.

It was one of those nights—one of those moments—that made your heart race, even after years of touring with Harry.

As one of his guitarists, you had played in some of the biggest venues worldwide, but tonight was different.

Tonight, you weren't just his guitarist, you were also his girlfriend and the soon-to-be mother of your first child.

A flutter of nervous excitement mingled with your anticipation.

In just a few minutes, your secret would no longer be yours.

Harry had insisted on making this night special, and you had agreed. You'd been planning it for weeks, keeping your little secret close.

The gender reveal of your baby would happen right here, on stage, in front of thousands of fans.

And it would be you who would announce it with the iconic guitar solo of Harry's song, 'Adore You'.

The thought made your stomach flip with both nerves and excitement.

Harry's voice came through the speakers as he greeted the crowd, his tone warm and familiar, like a friend welcoming everyone into his home.

He had that effect on people, a natural ease that made even the largest of crowds feel intimate.

"Hey, everybody! How are we feeling tonight?" Harry's voice boomed through the arena, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

You could almost see him in your mind, smiling that boyish grin that had captured hearts all over the world.

You listened as Harry went through the opening set, your fingers moving instinctively over your guitar strings, getting in sync with the rhythm of the band.

You had played these songs a hundred times, but tonight there was an added weight to every note.

Then, it was time.

The moment you had both been waiting for.

Harry paused after finishing the previous song, letting the last note fade into the electric buzz of the crowd.

He looked over at you, his eyes sparkling with something that made your heart skip.

There was a pause, the kind that stretched just long enough to build anticipation.

“So, before we go on,” Harry began, his voice suddenly quieter, more intimate, “I want to share something special with you all. Tonight isn’t just another concert for us. It’s also a really special night for me and someone you all know pretty well.”

The crowd murmured in curiosity, a wave of whispers rippling through the sea of people.

You felt your pulse quicken. You knew this was it.

Harry's eyes met yours again, and for a second, it was just the two of you.

You smiled, trying to steady your breathing.

“For those of you who don’t know, the amazing guitarist who’s been up here with me every night is also the love of my life, y/n.” Harry's words sent a surge of applause and cheers through the crowd.

You felt your cheeks flush, both from the warmth of the spotlight and the love that emanated from the audience.

“And we’ve got a little surprise for you all tonight,” Harry continued, his voice tinged with excitement. “You see, y/n and I are expecting a baby!”

The cheers grew louder, and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

The audience’s energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile even wider.

Harry waited for the noise to die down before speaking again. “Now, we thought long and hard about how we wanted to reveal the gender of our baby, and we decided there was no better place to do it than right here, with all of you."

"So, during the next song, when y/n plays the guitar solo, you’re going to see some fireworks. And when you do, the color of those fireworks will tell you if we’re having a boy or a girl.”

The crowd erupted again, this time with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

This was it.

You nodded at Harry, who gave you a reassuring smile, and then he turned back to the crowd.

“This is ‘Adore You,’” Harry announced, and the familiar notes began to fill the arena.

Your fingers moved over the strings, finding the melody with ease.

The song had always been special to you and Harry.

It was one of the first songs you had worked on together, back when your relationship was still new, still fragile.

Now, it felt like a full-circle moment, standing here with him, about to share the biggest news of your lives with thousands of people.

As the song built towards the solo, your nerves returned, but so did a deep sense of calm.

This was your moment.

You closed your eyes for a brief second, grounding yourself, and then you stepped forward, into the spotlight.

The world seemed to hold its breath as you played the opening notes of the solo.

The sound of your guitar echoed through the arena, each note carrying with it the weight of the moment.

The crowd fell silent, waiting, watching.

And then, as the solo reached its peak, the arena exploded in a dazzling display of color.

Fireworks shot into the sky, bursting into a shower of brilliant blue.

The crowd gasped in unison, and then the cheers began, louder than ever before.

You felt a wave of emotion crash over you, tears springing to your eyes as you played the final notes of the solo.

A boy.

You were having a boy.

Harry was beside you in an instant, his arms wrapping around you as the crowd continued to cheer.

You could feel him shaking, overwhelmed with emotion, just as you were.

You held onto each other, sharing the moment, as the blue fireworks continued to light up the sky above you.

Harry took the microphone again, his voice thick with emotion.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” he said, his words directed both to the audience and to you. “We can’t wait to meet our little fella, and we’re so grateful to have you all here with us tonight to share this moment.”

The crowd roared in response, and you felt another wave of tears threaten to spill over.

You glanced at Harry, who was looking at you with a mixture of love and awe.

It was a look you would never tire of.

As the final notes of "Adore You" faded into the night, Harry turned back to the audience.

“I think we’re going to need to play one more song after that,” he said with a laugh, and the crowd cheered in agreement.

But before you started the next song, Harry leaned in close to you, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

“I love you,” he said, his eyes shining.

You smiled, your heart full. “I love you too,” you replied, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

It was just you, standing on stage, under a sky filled with blue fireworks, ready to welcome the next chapter of your lives together.

Harry turned back to the microphone, and the band launched into the next song, the energy in the arena electric.

You picked up the melody, your fingers moving effortlessly over the strings, but your mind was still on what had just happened.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Harry's face when the fireworks had exploded in blue.

The pure, unfiltered joy, mixed with a touch of disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was all real.

As you played through the set, you found yourself sneaking glances at Harry, catching his eye whenever you could.

Each time, he would smile at you, that same look of love and awe in his eyes.

It was a look that told you everything you needed to know about your future.

You were going to be just fine.

More than fine—you were going to be a family.

The rest of the concert flew by in a blur of music and lights.

The crowd was more alive than ever, feeding off the energy of the night.

When the final notes of the last song echoed through the arena, the applause was deafening.

Harry and you stood side by side, looking out at the sea of faces, each one filled with love and joy.

It was a moment neither of you would ever forget.

As the band left the stage, Harry grabbed your hand, pulling you close.

“We did it,” he whispered in your ear, his voice filled with pride.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. “We did,” you agreed. “And now, we get to do the next part.”

Harry grinned, his hand resting on your belly. “I can’t wait.”

Backstage, the rest of the band and crew congratulated you, the air filled with hugs and laughter.

Everyone was buzzing with excitement, still riding the high of the reveal.

You couldn’t stop smiling, your heart full to bursting.

Later that night, after the arena had emptied and the crew had packed up, Harry and you found yourselves alone in your dressing room.

The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind a warm, contented glow.

Harry sat down on the couch, pulling you down beside him.

“I still can’t believe it,” Harry said, his voice soft as he rested his hand on your belly. “A boy.”

You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. “I know,” you said, your voice equally soft. “It feels like a dream.”

Harry kissed the top of your head, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your stomach. “It’s a dream I never want to wake up from,” he whispered.

You sat like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, the excitement of the night giving way to a peaceful calm.

The future stretched out before you, bright and full of possibilities.

And as you sat there, in the quiet of the night, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together, as a family.

And that was all you needed.

[themultifandomgal]

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[onedirection-world]

A little one to love

Imagine: You and Liam are expecting a baby together and you two tell Bear, his family and your closest friends the big news.

You and Liam have been talking about growing your family for a while, but neither of you expected it to happen so soon. When you start feeling a bit off—nauseous in the mornings and unusually tired—you decide to take a test just to ease your mind. The moment it turns positive, your heart skips a beat. You can hardly believe it, and you’re excited yet nervous about telling Liam.

Later that evening, Liam walks through the door, smiling as he wraps his arms around you. He can tell something’s up from the look on your face.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asks, eyes narrowing playfully.

You smile, reaching for his hand and placing it gently on your stomach. “You’re going to be a dad again,” you say softly, watching his face closely.

For a moment, he just stares at you, processing the news. Then, a huge grin breaks across his face. “Really? Oh, love!! that’s amazing!” He pulls you into a tight hug, laughing as he lifts you off your feet. “I can’t believe it! This is incredible!”

You spend the rest of the evening planning how to tell everyone else. Liam insists on telling Bear in a fun way, so you both decide to surprise him with a little gift.

The next day, Bear comes over, and Liam hands him a wrapped box. Bear looks confused but excited as he tears off the wrapping. Inside, there’s a T-shirt that says, Big Brother. He looks up at you and Liam, his eyes widening as the realization sets in.

“Does this mean…?” Bear begins, his voice filled with excitement.

You and Liam both nod, and Bear’s face lights up as he jumps up to give you a hug. “I’m gonna be a big brother!” he cheers, looking at both of you with pure joy. He’s already bubbling with ideas about helping out and how he’ll teach his new sibling all the best games and protect them just like his dad protects you. Liam squeezes your hand, watching Bear’s enthusiasm with a mix of pride and love.

The next Sunday, Liam invites his family over for a cozy brunch. His mum, dad, sisters, and a few close relatives gather around the table, noticing that Liam seems extra animated today. You catch each other’s eyes across the table, both of you smiling like you’re holding onto a beautiful secret.

As everyone settles down with their plates, Liam clears his throat, barely able to hide his excitement. “So, we have something we want to share with you all,” he starts, taking your hand. His mom’s face lights up in curiosity, and his sisters lean in, sensing something big.

You smile and gently place your free hand on your stomach, unable to keep the words inside any longer. “We’re going to have a baby!”

A moment of stunned silence follows, and then his mum gasps, a joyful smile breaking across her face. Tears well up in her eyes as she rushes around the table to hug you both. His dad, grinning from ear to ear, pulls Liam into a proud hug, patting his back with a look of pride.

“We’re so happy for you!” his sisters say happily. “When are you due?”

The room quickly fills with excited chatter, everyone eager to hear every detail and offer support.

Last but not least… the next day, you and Liam gather your closest friends for a cozy dinner… but tonight, there’s an extra layer of excitement in the air. After dessert, Liam clears his throat, clinking his glass to grab everyone’s attention. You exchange a glance, your eyes sparkling with the secret you’re about to share.

“We wanted you all here tonight because… we have some big news,” Liam says, squeezing your hand.

Everyone leans in, curiosity and anticipation filling the room.

“We’re having a baby!” you announce, unable to hide your excitement.

For a moment, there’s a gasp coming from someone and then your friends explode with cheers, laughter, and hugs. They rush forward to congratulate you both, some of them already tearing up, others jumping with excitement. One friend starts talking about baby shower ideas, while another offers to be on diaper duty whenever you need it.

As the night goes on, you’re surrounded by love, support, and endless excitement from everyone.

As you and Liam lie in bed that night, he pulls you close, gently resting his hand on your stomach. “We’re going to be a little family,” he whispers with a look of awe.

You agreed with Liam, feeling incredibly grateful for this new chapter.

[onedirection-oneshot]

Safe in His Arms

The first thing I noticed was the dull ache in my lower abdomen. Then, the damp, uncomfortable feeling between my legs. My stomach twisted—not just from the cramps but from realization. My period.

I groaned internally, my face scrunching up as I shifted slightly. That’s when I felt it—Niall’s strong arms wrapped securely around me, holding me against his warm chest. His breathing was soft and even, still deep in sleep. I hated to move, but I needed to get to the bathroom now.

Carefully, I began to untangle myself from him, but even in his sleep, he held on. His arm tightened slightly around my waist as he buried his face into my neck, murmuring something incoherent. I smiled softly despite the discomfort, running my fingers lightly over his forearm.

“Niall,” I whispered. No response.

I tried again, wiggling free bit by bit until I was finally able to slip out of his grasp. His body instinctively curled into the warm spot I left behind, and I hesitated for just a moment, watching him. His golden hair was an absolute mess, lips slightly parted as he slept peacefully. Even in the dim morning light, he looked absolutely beautiful.

I forced myself to move, wincing as another sharp cramp hit. Wrapping my arms around my stomach, I hurried into the en-suite bathroom, flicking on the light. As soon as I pulled down my now red sploched knickers, I sighed. Yep. Definitely bled through.

Moving quickly, I cleaned myself up, changing into a fresh pair of underwear and grabbing a pad from the cabinet. My body still ached, my stomach twisting in discomfort, but at least now I felt slightly better.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately landed on the bed. Something was different.

The sheets.

They were fresh. Clean. Changed.My stomach dropped.

Niall was now sitting up against the headboard, his eyes on me, a small reassuring smile on his face.

“Morning, love,” he murmured, voice husky from sleep. i barely heard him. My face burned as I slowly walked over to the bed. “Did I… did I bleed through?” I asked hesitantly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it.

He nodded. “Yeah, but it’s no big deal. I changed the sheets while you were in the bathroom.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Niall…”

“What?” he asked, his tone light, amused even. "That’s so embarrassing,” I mumbled, peeking at him through my fingers.

His lips curled into a smirk as he reached for me, pulling me effortlessly back into bed. “Don’t be silly,” he murmured against my hair. “It’s just a bit of blood, babe. I really don’t mind.” I sighed, resting my cheek against his bare chest. The warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breathing—it was comforting.

“You didn’t have to change the sheets,” I whispered after a moment.

“Course, I did. You were busy, so I helped. That’s what we do, isn’t it?”

I bit my lip, my heart swelling with love for this man. “You’re too good to me.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Damn right I am, - and you deserve it sweetheart.” he finished in a whisper.

Just then, a sharp cramp tore through my abdomen, making me wince and clutch my stomach instinctively. Niall immediately noticed. “Hurts bad?” he asked softly, concern laced in his voice.

“Yeah,” I admitted, exhaling shakily.

“Stay here,” he whispered, shifting me gently off him. I watched as he swung his legs over the bed and stood up, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Niall, you don’t have to—” He gave me a pointed look. “Stay. Here.”

I didn’t argue.

A few minutes later, he returned, holding a small tray. He set it on the nightstand and sat down beside me, pressing two painkillers into my palm.

“Take these,” he said softly, handing me a glass of water.

I obeyed, swallowing them down before noticing the steaming mug beside him. “Is that…?”

“Hot chocolate,” he confirmed with a proud smile, handing it to me. “With your fabourite mashmallows. Figured you could use something warm.”My heart melted. “You didn’t have to do all this,” I whispered.

“Of course, I did.” He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across my skin. “It’s my job to take care of my girl.” i smiled, taking a careful sip of the drink. It was warm, sweet, comforting—just like him.

Once I was finished, he pulled me back into his embrace, tucking me against his chest like I belonged there.

“Today, we’re not leaving this bed,” he declared firmly.

i chuckled softly. “Not even for food?”

“I’ll bring it up,” he said confidently. “You just stay here, cuddle me, and let me take care of you.” I sighed contently, snuggling deeper into his warmth. “I love you, you know that?”

“I do,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “And I love you more.”

And just like that, the day melted away in the safest place I could ever be—in his arms.

[bowerxdepp]

No one:

Those One Direction x Y/N fics when Wattpad was at its peak:

[deezbutz28]

Serendipity

a/n: heyyyy i’m in my comeback era lol. i know this isn’t my normal story but i hope you all like it!

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college harry and college y/n :)

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Y/N had always loved the little things—those small comforts in life that made everything just a bit easier to handle. A warm cup of coffee on a cold morning, a good book, a quiet café—these were the things that kept her grounded during the hustle and bustle of college life. So, when she found The Java Joint on her new college campus, it quickly became her go-to spot. The cozy little café was tucked away in a corner of campus, offering a peaceful escape from the chaos of lectures and assignments.

Every morning, she would grab her backpack, shuffle to the café, and order her usual: a caramel latte with an extra shot. It became part of her routine, something she could rely on. But it wasn’t just the coffee that kept her coming back—it was him.

Harry Styles, the barista with the wild curls, kind eyes, and easy smile that made her heart do a little flip every time he greeted her.

The first time she noticed him was a few weeks into her first semester. He had smiled at her from behind the counter, his voice warm and inviting as he asked for her order. He had an easy confidence about him, effortlessly charming but not overbearing. It was the way he remembered her name the second time she came in, the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the room. Every time Y/N walked into the café, Harry’s bright smile greeted her like they were old friends, even though they barely knew each other.

It wasn’t like Y/N hadn’t tried to make conversation—she had. She would chat with him about her day, about her classes, about the weather—but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to their interactions. Something she didn’t quite understand yet.

One chilly October morning, Y/N shuffled into The Java Joint, still feeling groggy from an all-nighter spent studying for an exam. Her body craved coffee more than sleep, and she couldn’t resist the temptation. As usual, the place was busy, with students hunched over their laptops and exchanging quiet conversations. But Y/N’s attention immediately went to the counter, where Harry was working, his hands deftly moving as he made drink after drink.

“Morning, Y/N!” Harry greeted with a grin as she walked up to the counter.

“Morning,” she replied, leaning against the counter with a sigh. “I’m so tired today. I don’t even know how I managed to get out of bed.”

Harry chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling. “You and me both. Finals are coming up, huh?”

Y/N nodded, her eyes flickering to the row of pastries behind the counter. “Yeah, and I have a ton of projects. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost all concept of time at this point.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice slightly. “Don’t worry, you’ll make it through. Coffee is the secret to survival.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “If I didn’t have coffee, I don’t know how I’d function. Actually, scratch that—without you, I don’t think I’d make it.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Me, huh? What did I do to earn that kind of praise?”

“You remember my usual order,” Y/N said with a smile. “That’s impressive. Most people forget what I order after a few weeks, but you... you’ve got it down.”

He grinned, making her a cup of coffee with ease. “You’re one of my best regulars. You’re hard to forget.”

Y/N couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips as he slid her drink across the counter. She took the cup, savoring the warmth of it in her hands. “Thanks, Harry. You’ve just saved my day.”

“No problem,” he said, his voice light and playful. “Enjoy that latte. You’ve earned it.”

As Y/N turned to head toward her usual spot in the corner, she felt her heart race unexpectedly. The way Harry had looked at her just now—like she mattered—made her feel warm in a way that wasn’t just the coffee. But she shook off the thought, focusing on the relief that came with finally getting her caffeine fix.

The days that followed felt like a blur of exams, deadlines, and last-minute assignments. But every morning, Y/N made it a point to visit The Java Joint. She didn’t even have to order—Harry knew exactly what she wanted by the time she reached the counter.

One particular morning, she arrived later than usual. The café was crowded with students, all of them hunched over their laptops or chatting with friends. She stood in line, trying to catch her breath after rushing across campus, when Harry caught her eye from behind the counter. His lips curved into a smile the moment their eyes met.

“Y/N! The usual?” he called over the noise of the café.

She nodded, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that he knew her order by heart. “Yeah, I’m running late today. Can you make it a large?”

“You got it.” Harry’s smile widened, and he made her coffee without missing a beat. But this time, something felt different. There was a certain warmth in his gaze as he handed her the cup.

“Thanks, Harry,” Y/N said, offering him a small smile as she took her drink.

“Anytime,” he replied, his tone sincere. “You’ve got a big day ahead of you?”

“Yeah, a presentation and a paper due,” she explained, feeling a little guilty for not being more enthusiastic. “I’ll probably be at the library for the rest of the day.”

“Ugh, that sounds exhausting,” Harry said sympathetically. “But hey, you’ve got coffee, so you’re halfway there.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s true. Coffee always wins.”

As she walked toward the table by the window, her heart fluttered again. The way Harry had looked at her—there was something behind those brown eyes that made her feel like she was the only one in the room. She tried to shake the thought away, telling herself she was probably reading too much into it. After all, he was just being friendly, right?

But as the day went on, the thought lingered. There was something about the way Harry smiled at her, the way he took the time to remember her order, the way his eyes softened whenever she walked into the café. It was more than just a friendly gesture—it felt... personal.

The following week, after yet another hectic day, Y/N decided to stop by The Java Joint again. This time, there was a noticeable shift in the atmosphere. The café was quieter than usual, with only a handful of students scattered around. Harry was behind the counter, casually wiping down the counter when he saw her walk in.

“Hey, Y/N. You want your usual?” Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief.

Y/N smiled, but something was different this time. There was a feeling in the air—something electric. Maybe it was just the exhaustion settling in, or maybe it was the way Harry had looked at her just now. But Y/N felt her heart race in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

“Actually,” she said, hesitating for a moment. “Do you think you could make it... extra sweet today? I’m feeling a little adventurous.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Extra sweet, huh? You sure?”

She nodded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah, let’s see if you can handle it.”

“Challenge accepted,” Harry said with a playful grin. He set to work, making the drink with a little more care than usual. Y/N watched him, her heart skipping a beat. There was something magnetic about him, something that made it impossible to look away. The way he moved behind the counter—so effortlessly, so naturally—made it seem like he was in his element.

As he handed her the cup, he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. “Extra sweet, just like you asked.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the unexpected compliment, but she quickly recovered. “Thanks, Harry.”

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Definitely.”

The next few days felt like they passed in a blur of exams and assignments, but Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. Every time she walked into The Java Joint, it felt like there was this unspoken connection between them, something that made her heart race and her palms sweat.

Finally, on a quiet Friday morning, Y/N decided to take a chance. She had finished her last exam for the week and had a little free time before her next class. She walked into The Java Joint, hoping to catch Harry before he got too busy. As usual, he was behind the counter, and his face lit up when he saw her walk in.

“Y/N! What can I get for you today?” Harry asked with his signature grin.

“Actually,” Y/N said, taking a deep breath. “I was wondering... would you want to grab coffee outside of here sometime? Just the two of us?”

Harry’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked taken aback. But then, his face broke into a grin, and he stepped closer to the counter. "I’ve been waiting for you to ask," he said, his voice soft but playful.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected him to answer so quickly, and the way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat. "Really?" she asked, trying to sound casual, even though her pulse was racing.

"Yeah," Harry replied, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that made her feel like she was the only person in the room. "I’ve been thinking about asking you for a while, actually. Just... didn’t know if you were into the idea."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. For a second, she had been worried she might’ve misread the signs. But now that Harry was admitting he’d been thinking the same thing, she felt her nervousness melt away.

"So..." Harry began, his voice teasing, "coffee outside the café. When works for you?"

Y/N smiled, a playful gleam in her eye. "How about right now? I’ve got an hour free before my next class."

Harry raised his eyebrows, looking pleased. "Right now, huh? Bold move, I like it."

"Well," Y/N shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, "I figured if we’re gonna do this, we might as well do it now. No time like the present, right?"

"You’re absolutely right," Harry said, pushing himself away from the counter. He grabbed his jacket, which had been hanging on a nearby hook. "Let’s go, then."

Y/N followed him out of the café, feeling an excited flutter in her chest. As they stepped outside into the crisp autumn air, Harry turned to her with a grin.

“So, where are we going? You pick," he said, looking genuinely curious. "I’m happy to let you choose the place.”

Y/N paused for a moment, thinking. “There’s a little park just off campus. It’s not too far. I like it there, especially when it’s quiet.”

Harry smiled. “Sounds perfect. Lead the way.”

They walked side by side through campus, exchanging small talk and laughing over silly stories about their college experiences. Y/N found herself relaxing in a way she hadn’t expected. There was no awkward tension, no nerves. It felt natural, like they were simply two people who had known each other for much longer than they actually had.

As they reached the park, they found a bench by a small pond. The trees surrounding them were beginning to change colors, their leaves a vibrant mix of orange, yellow, and red. The air was crisp, and the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the park. It was the perfect setting, and Y/N felt like she was in a dream.

They sat down, their legs almost touching. Harry turned to her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “So, Y/N... What’s something about you that I don’t know yet?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the question. “Hmm... that’s a good one. I guess... I’ve always wanted to travel more. Like, really travel. Europe, Asia, South America... I want to see the world. I think it’s the one thing I’ve always been sure about.”

Harry nodded, his eyes soft as he listened. “I think that’s amazing. You’ve got that sense of adventure, huh?”

Y/N smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed by the vulnerability in her voice. “I guess I do. What about you? What’s something I don’t know about you?”

Harry hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering toward the pond before meeting her gaze again. “I think... I’ve always wanted to write songs. I’ve got this notebook full of lyrics and ideas, but I’ve never really shared them with anyone.”

Y/N was surprised. She had always known Harry was into music—she’d heard him talk about it a few times—but the idea of him being a songwriter felt... personal. “Wow, that’s incredible,” she said softly. “I didn’t know that.”

Harry smiled, a little shy now. “Yeah, it’s something I’m still working on. Maybe one day, I’ll show someone my stuff. But I guess it’s kind of a private thing for me.”

“You should definitely share it one day,” Y/N said, her voice sincere. “I’m sure it’s amazing.”

They sat in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the peaceful surroundings. The pond rippled gently in front of them, and a few ducks glided across the water. It was the kind of moment Y/N wished could last forever—simple, but perfect in its own way.

Eventually, Harry turned to her, his expression more serious now. “Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “I’m really glad you asked me out. I’ve wanted to do this for a while, but I didn’t know if you felt the same. I really like you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his words. The way he was looking at her—so genuine, so open—made her feel like she was floating. “I like you too, Harry,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “More than I expected.”

Harry smiled, a mixture of relief and happiness in his expression. He reached for her hand, gently taking it in his. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, honestly. I didn’t want to make things weird by asking you out while I’m just the barista at The Java Joint, but... I’m glad I did.”

Y/N laughed, squeezing his hand. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, too. I was honestly starting to wonder if I was reading too much into things.”

Harry chuckled, the sound light and easy. “I guess we’re both a little shy when it comes to this kind of stuff.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad we took the leap.”

As they sat there, talking and laughing under the golden afternoon sun, Y/N realized that this—whatever it was between them—felt like something real. The connection she had with Harry was undeniable, and it wasn’t just about the coffee. It was the way he made her feel, the way they fit together in a way that seemed effortless, even though they hadn’t known each other for long.

After a while, Harry stood up and stretched, looking down at Y/N. “I don’t want to keep you from your next class, but I’d like to do this again sometime. You know, the coffee-and-chat thing.”

Y/N smiled, standing up beside him. “I’d love that. Same time next week?”

Harry grinned. “It’s a date.”

As they walked back toward campus, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t stop smiling. The whole day felt like a dream, and as she looked at Harry beside her, she knew this was just the beginning of something amazing.

In the weeks that followed, their relationship blossomed. They spent more time together, grabbing coffee before class, talking late into the night, and sharing their dreams and fears. And every time Y/N stepped into The Java Joint, it felt like the universe had conspired to bring them together. What had started with a simple coffee order had turned into something real—a bond neither of them had expected but both cherished.

And every time Harry made her a latte, with just the right amount of sweetness, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. After all, it was the little things—like a cup of coffee—that had brought them to this moment. And it was the little things that made her realize just how lucky she was to have found him.

[daisyblog]

Risky Fun

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry have a little fun on the boys tour bus and get caught by Niall.

warning: sexual theme, oral (m receiving), smut, caught

Based on this request.

Craving each others touch and a moment alone to explore one and other, Harry and YN had snuck back onto the boys tour bus in between soundcheck and the show.

Harry was pleasantly surprised as he laid down in his designated bunk and YN wasted no time in reaching for his belted jeans, her smaller hands undoing them with ease.

“Someone’s eager!”. Harry gave a lazy smirk as he felt his lower half become harder with anticipation.

“Might wanna say that to your dick bubs!”. YN sent back a larger smile as the more she fumbled with his jeans, the longer and bigger his length grew.

Before Harry could return the quick whit, he felt the warmth release down his long length with ease and as he dared to look down, he was met with YN’s gentle strokes and her pink tongue swirled around his tip.

“Oh fuck…feels so good!”. Harry moaned into the air above him as his head voluntarily tilted back to meet the plump pillow. His fist traveled down and met with YN’s head to hold her ponytail tight.

As YN twirled her tongue with ease around the tip, leaving a path of wetness behind, her hand stroked up and down his length with rhythm.

“Oh yeah…uh fuck me!”. YN felt a pang at her ego rising and Harry continued to echo his moans with a grunt.

Knowing her wet tongue had teased Harry enough, she gently slid his long thick length down so it met the back of her throat causing her eyes to sting and his hips to buckle.

“Oh my fucking- your mouth is heaven”. Harry complimented as he took a shaky breath, feeling his thickness pushing its way down her tongue. Getting ahead of the feeling, Harry buckled his hips up to quick causing YN to gag on his length. “Shit…fuck…m’sorry babe!”.

Despite the worry in Harry’s voice as he panicked he’d pushed the moment too much, YN caused a whole new feeling inside him. “I liked it…do it again!”.

“Fuck me…you’re going to be the death of me!”. Harry dramatically announced into the air around them as he lolled his head back in search for comfort.

As YN’s mouth returned to her movements of licking and sucking his length, Harry moaned loudly without thought that they were only a few feet away from the others.

“Your moans are so fucking hot!”. YN spoke as she brought her mouth up for a break before her lips and nose met with the base of Harry’s stomach.

“Oh yeah….fuck…fuck…oh…oh…YN…yeah…I’m gonna cum…”.

In between Harry’s grunty moans, YN froze as she heard a familiar accent. A thick Irish one to be exact. “Fuck!”.

Harry’s ears quickly tuned into the noise coming from the other side of the curtain that kept them hidden.

YN could feel her cheeks rise with embarrassment as they heard Niall’s voice and loud contagious laughter. “Fucking hell lovebirds…you can hear you from the car park!”.

“Fuck off Niall!”. Harry was frustrated that their moment had been interrupted and the sound of his bandmates voice was enough to kill the mood.

“Oh yeah…feels so good…fuck…fuck…oh yeah YN!”. Niall mocked Harry’s moans before a teasing chuckle followed through the bus.

YN had made her way to lay next to Harry, knowing their moment alone was over. “Horan…kindly fuck off! You cockblock”. She felt Harry chuckle lightly at her honesty.

“Oi watch your mouth Tomlinson…or I’ll go and tell Louis what I’ve just heard!”. The couple knew Niall was teasing them, the comment was just banter but the heavy gulp in Harry’s throat spoke volumes at how worried he was about him spilling the information.

“Don’t test me Horan!”.

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Back to You Masterlist

Planet drummer!reader x Zayn Malik One direction x platonic!reader This fic is reader driven. If there's anything you would like to see feel free to send it to my ask box! Plot

Part one: Sneaking a chance Part two: Stars and Scars

[acidinduceddaydreams]

Credits: baubiefilms on TikTok.

[jazzmynerule]

fbh and y/n’s instagram posts

y/n’s instagram posts

your_instagram couldn’t ask for a better way to spend valentines, thank you peanut<3

niallhoran omg why do y’all keep making me feel so single

> your_instagram whoopsie

yourshipname omg y’all are so cute

harry4ever got me over here kicking and giggling my feet for you y/n

your_instagram late night drives with pookie bear🧸

harrystyles literally made me pick her up for a 10 piece feed from KFC

> your_instagram i wanted some finger licking good chicken okay? is that a crime?

> harrystyles yes y/n it is a crime.. it was 2 in the fucking morning.

niallhoran without me? ;-;

> your_instagram i’m sorry my love ;-; harry was being a grumpy pants

> harrystyles IT WAS 2AM!

your_instagram got me feeling some type of way

harrystyles i’m sexy ik

> louistomlinson don’t flatter yourself mate

> your_instagram i was just gonna say that😭

> louistomlinson good minds think alike🤩

your_instagram harry made me post💄

zaynmalik looking🤩

> your_instagram only to impress the Bradford bad boy

niallhoran does that ass come with a side of guac dip?

> your_instagram BAHAHAH NIALL

harrystyles my girl😻

> your_instagram all yours💗

harry’s instagram

harrystyles i love you

your_instagram forever🫶🏻

harry4ever she’s living my dream fr

styles (taylor’s version) such a hot couple omg

harrystyles best night🌃

your_instagram he doesn’t even look at me like that

your_instagram acting fruity love

your_instagram damn in my feelings now

your_instagram hey siri play we are never getting back together

> harrystyles baby STFU

yourshipname y/n in these comments are killing me😭

harrystyles finally did it

your_instagram can’t believe i freaked out over that omg

> louistomlinson you baby

liampayne aww looks amazing you two i’m so happy

> harrystyles thanks my brother

> your_instagram i’ll kiss your forehead liam you cutie

[niallerspayno]

How they kiss you at midnight on New Year's Eve

Masterlist

A little drabble on how the boys would kiss you at midnight on New Year's Eve

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Niall

The countdown is roaring around you, voices blending into a symphony of excitement as the last seconds of the year slip away. You’re standing beside Niall in a crowd of friends, the glow of fairy lights and shimmering decorations painting the room in warm, golden hues. His hand brushes yours, a casual touch that feels anything but accidental, and your heart skips at the familiarity of it.

“Ten… nine…” The chants grow louder, but your attention is fixed on him. He’s been glancing at you all night, soft smiles and quick jokes keeping the atmosphere light, but there’s something different now—a quiet intensity in his blue eyes as they meet yours.

“Eight… seven…” Niall leans in slightly, his voice low enough to be heard only by you. “Been thinkin’ about this for a while, you know,” he says with a lopsided grin, the corners of his lips curling upward in that way that makes your knees feel weak.

“Six… five…” Your breath catches, the rest of the room fading into a blur. His hand finds yours, his fingers threading through yours in a way that feels both natural and electric.

“Four… three…” He takes a half step closer, his free hand coming up to gently rest on your waist. His touch is warm, steady, grounding. The noise around you is deafening, but Niall’s voice cuts through the chaos. “You ready?” he asks, his Irish lilt softer now, teasing but laced with something deeper.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

And just like that, his lips are on yours. The kiss starts off soft, almost tentative, as if he’s savoring the moment, but it quickly deepens into something more. His hand tightens on your waist, pulling you closer as the fireworks outside burst in bright colors across the sky.

The room erupts in cheers and laughter, but all you can focus on is the way Niall’s lips move against yours—gentle, warm, but with a growing confidence that makes your heart race. When he finally pulls back, he doesn’t go far, his forehead resting lightly against yours, a contented smile playing on his lips.

“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours. “Think this might be my favorite one yet.”

Your laughter bubbles up, light and airy, and you squeeze his hand. “Mine too.”

Niall chuckles, glancing at the group who are already teasing you both. “We’ll face them in a minute,” he says, his grin widening. “But right now, I’m kinda busy.” And before you can respond, he leans in again, his lips finding yours for another kiss, this one slower, sweeter, and full of promise for the year ahead.

Liam

The energy in the room is electric as the countdown begins, voices overlapping in an excited roar. The golden glow of string lights dances across Liam’s face, and he looks at you with a quiet warmth that’s been building all evening. He’s been sticking close to you all night, sneaking little smiles and making sure your glass is always topped up.

“Ten… nine…” His hand brushes against yours, and this time he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers close around yours, grounding you in the chaos of the celebration.

“Eight… seven…” Liam leans down slightly, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “You know what happens at midnight, right?” he asks, his tone teasing but soft, his brown eyes locked on yours.

“Six… five…” You nod, your heart pounding. There’s a flicker of nerves in his expression, but it’s quickly replaced by a confident, almost shy smile. “Just wanted to make sure,” he says, his voice growing softer.

“Four… three…” The noise around you swells, but Liam’s world seems to narrow to just you. His free hand comes up to rest lightly on your waist, and the warmth of his touch sends a shiver through you.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

Liam doesn’t hesitate, leaning in the moment the clock strikes midnight. His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is meaningful. It’s unhurried, tender, like he’s pouring all the unspoken feelings he’s been carrying into this one perfect moment.

The noise around you blurs into the background as his hand slips up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. There’s a certainty in the way he kisses you, a mix of sweetness and quiet passion that leaves you breathless.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his soft smile mirrored in your own. “Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his voice warm and full of something deeper.

“Happy New Year, Liam,” you whisper back, your cheeks flushed from the kiss.

He grins, glancing around at the group, who are already shooting playful looks in your direction. “They’re gonna give us hell for this,” he says with a quiet laugh, but there’s no regret in his tone, only happiness.

“Let them,” you reply with a smile, and Liam chuckles, his fingers tightening gently around yours.

“Alright,” he says, leaning in to steal one more quick kiss. “But only because I think that was the best way to start the year.”

Zayn

The room is alive with laughter and anticipation, voices building as the countdown echoes through the party. Zayn’s been quiet most of the night, staying close but never too close, his signature calm and cool demeanor unshaken by the festive chaos. But now, as the seconds tick down, there’s a new energy in the way he looks at you—something softer, more deliberate.

“Ten… nine…” Zayn’s dark eyes flicker to the clock and then back to you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He leans in slightly, his voice low and smooth. “So, any resolutions for the new year?” he asks casually, though there’s a quiet tension in his tone that makes your heart race.

“Eight… seven…” You manage a small laugh, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest. “Nothing big,” you reply, though your mind is spinning with thoughts of him. “What about you?”

“Six… five…” He doesn’t answer right away, his gaze steady on yours as the noise around you grows. Finally, he smiles—soft, almost shy, though his confidence never wavers. “Might start with something tonight,” he says, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver through you.

“Four… three…” The room feels like it’s holding its breath, though it’s probably just you. Zayn takes a step closer, his hand brushing against yours before his fingers curl around it, his touch warm and steady.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

Zayn moves before you can even think. His free hand comes up to gently cup your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as he leans in. The kiss starts slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second of it. His lips are soft but confident, his touch light but grounding, and it feels like the rest of the world has disappeared entirely.

The kiss deepens just slightly, enough to send your pulse racing as his hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you closer. There’s something about the way Zayn kisses—intense but restrained, like he’s letting you see just a glimpse of everything he’s feeling but holding back just enough to leave you wanting more.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breaths mingling with yours in the quiet aftermath of the moment. His eyes stay closed for a beat, and when they open, there’s a softness there that makes your heart ache.

“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of meaning.

“Happy New Year,” you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn’s lips curve into a small, almost secretive smile. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary. “Think that’s a pretty good start,” he says quietly, the teasing lilt in his tone balanced by the sincerity in his eyes.

He doesn’t move far, staying close enough that the warmth of his presence wraps around you like a blanket. And as the cheers and laughter of the room slowly filter back into your awareness, you realise you wouldn’t want to start the year any other way.

Louis

The countdown is in full swing, the room buzzing with excitement and laughter. Louis has been his usual cheeky self all night—cracking jokes, stealing snacks, and pulling you into whatever chaos he can conjure. But as the seconds tick closer to midnight, there’s something different about him. He’s been hovering nearby, his teasing quips softer, his glances lingering just a moment longer than usual.

“Ten… nine…” Louis sidles up next to you, bumping your shoulder with his in that playful, familiar way. “You ready for this?” he asks, his voice full of mischief, but there’s an edge of something more in his tone—something that makes your stomach flip.

“Eight… seven…” You raise an eyebrow, playing along. “For what? Another one of your pranks?”

He laughs, the sound warm and infectious, but his smile softens as he leans in just a little closer. “Nah,” he says, his voice quieter now, his blue eyes locking with yours. “Something better.”

“Six… five…” Louis’s hand brushes against yours, and for once, there’s no teasing in the gesture. His fingers curl around yours, his grip steady and reassuring.

“Four… three…” The noise in the room crescendos, but all you can focus on is the way Louis is looking at you—like he’s been waiting for this moment longer than he’d ever admit.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

Before you can process what’s happening, Louis takes a bold step forward, his hand coming up to cradle your face as he kisses you. It’s full of all the playful energy you’d expect from him, but there’s a surprising tenderness beneath it—a sincerity that takes your breath away.

His lips are warm and soft against yours, moving with a confidence that feels entirely natural. He kisses you like he’s been waiting forever, but he doesn’t rush it, savoring every second as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

When he pulls back, he’s grinning that classic Louis grin, but his eyes are softer, a little more vulnerable. “Happy New Year, love,” he says, his voice light but brimming with meaning.

You laugh, a little breathless, and he squeezes your hand, pulling you into a quick hug before stepping back just enough to look at you properly. “Knew this year was gonna start off brilliant,” he says with a wink, his grin widening.

The group erupts in cheers around you, and you can already hear the teasing comments flying in your direction, but Louis doesn’t seem to care. He stays close, his hand still firmly in yours, his smile never fading.

“Best New Year’s ever,” he says softly, just for you, before leaning in to steal another quick kiss—because, of course, he can’t resist.

Harry

The energy in the room is magnetic, the countdown echoing through the party as glittering decorations catch the soft glow of fairy lights. Harry has been by your side all night, his effortless charm lighting up every conversation, but now, as the clock ticks closer to midnight, his focus is entirely on you.

“Ten… nine…” He’s leaning casually against the wall beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other loosely holding a glass of champagne. His green eyes flicker to yours, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips. “You nervous?” he asks lightly, but there’s a teasing warmth in his voice.

“Eight… seven…” You shake your head, laughing softly. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Six… five…” Harry tilts his head, stepping just a little closer. “Because,” he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “I’ve been waiting all night for this, and I think you know it.”

“Four… three…” Your breath catches as he sets his glass down and gently takes your hand in his, his fingers brushing yours in a way that feels both casual and intimate.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

The room erupts in cheers, but all you can focus on is the way Harry leans in, his curls brushing against your face as his lips find yours. The kiss is soft at first, unhurried, like he’s savoring every second of the moment. His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you closer in a way that feels protective, steady, yet full of unspoken passion.

As the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the warmth of him—the way his lips move against yours with a tenderness that feels deliberate, like he’s saying everything he hasn’t been able to put into words. His free hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb grazing your cheek in a gesture so sweet it makes your heart ache.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests lightly against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at you with a mix of shyness and something much deeper, something that’s been building between you for longer than you realized.

“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of meaning.

“Happy New Year,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Harry grins, his dimples appearing as he gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. “You know,” he says, his tone playful but sincere, “I think we might’ve just set the bar too high for every New Year’s to come.”

You laugh, your cheeks flushing, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Guess we’ll just have to keep outdoing ourselves,” he adds, his smile widening before he laces his fingers with yours.

The group around you bursts into cheers and playful teasing, but Harry stays close, his thumb brushing gently over your hand. “Let them talk,” he says with a wink. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”